More mature, less filling

The 45th birthday was a few days ago. As many of my friends know I'm a sucker for the day that is the Rebbetzin's birth. It's probably up there with Thanksgiving and the upcoming Specials Reunion Concert as the all-time bestest days on the calendar.

Turning this age is sort of odd. It's more like an "adult age." (I've noticed this puts me on a different demographic now on surveys). And, as many of friends turn (or have turned) 50, I can see that day approaching as well. But I can also reflect back:

10 years ago, I first joined the corporate world after so long in the artsy public trenches. I also started doing Pilates (after being hit by a car).

20 years ago, I moved into the apartment I've been in until I came to Japan. I was also finally, totally, irrevocably out of the closet. 

30 years ago, I saw the Specials live. And I probably squealed as much as I did hearing that they were playing this summer.

40 years ago, well...there was cake!

And some congregants did provide a lovely cake to keep that little tradition going:

Was it as wild as it usually was every year? Nope. The Rabbi is a bit more subdued about these things, although even old yeshiva buchers can learn new tricks! I think indoctrination about the 46th celebration has to start soon.